The manager of the P.and O.is my lifelong friend." "What am I to do ?" gasped the young man, fearing his uncle was losing his wits.
"You are to disappear from Calcutta to-night.

Go without a word to a living soul! You are neither to write to a soul in India, nor open your mouth to a human being, in transit.

You are to go by Madras, take the first steamer to Brindisi, and then hurry by rail to Paris and Granville, and to St.Heliers.You will find your detailed orders there with your father.

Then stay there, await my orders from here, not leaving your father's side, a moment.

Now, I tell you again, your future fortunes depend upon your exact obedience! I will give you my private wishes after we have had luncheon.